Dark clouds shrouded the center of the Bison Mountain Range, the gloomy darkness and mist together obscured the mountains and plains, forests, and those ceaselessly flowing rivers and lakes also rippled with the gusts of wind, flowing even faster, as a massive cloud vortex took form centered around the Iron Dragon Nest.
Although the ancient Dragon God's inheritance had not fully opened, the leakage of its power was already enough to cause changes in the celestial phenomena, signaling that a great shift was imminent.
Standing atop a peak of the Iron Dragon Nest, Ian lifted his head, watching the surrounding clouds that loitered — a vast Spirit Energy Field was being siphoned by the Iron Dragon Nest, forming an energy well on the Terra Continent. This overcast sky and haze were not the dragon manipulating the clouds and rain, but rather the parched Dragon Nest swallowing up the breath of the four seas to quench its thirsty throat.
